#twenty one pilots headcanon

[crownedcrowws]

Clancy Bones (art by me)

[w1cksters]

bluryfac..

I said this on my twitter, but

I like to think that blurry's like black goo doesnt just cover his neck and hands but it can cover his whole body. He tends to go full on naked though whenever he covers his whole body but it ends up bad when Blurry leaves & Tylers back in his body. the goo just washes/falls off...

[autisticmushroom]

huey would listen to cavetown. dewey would listen to P!ATD. and imagine dragons. and Broadway music. louie would be a twenty one pilots fan. della would be a twenty one pilots fan both bc it's funny that she's a pilot but also it fits her. --- (tentative/unsure) webby- jpop? unironically liked kidz bop when she was younger. lena- goth? rock? I think she'd like Will Wood. violet- hmmm. classical. it'd be really funny if she had like the most wild taste in music and listened to like. hyperpop tho. and she suggests a song to Lena and lena's all like "oh. more beethoven" but its a BOP and lena's shocked.

[nekrosins]

i stand by what i said before the clancy release 🙏

my personal headcanon is that c!tyler has DID and clancy is an alter made to protect him and rebel against their abusers. with clancy, josh AND BLURRYFACE representing parts of the system. trench, dema, voldsoy are all parts of his inner world.

navigating is so insanely system coded i am so unwell over it.

"im navigating my own head, disassociate"

i also wanna drop this clip because... they are so clearly mocking tylers coping mechanism.

"josh are you hiding? where are you? come here you little moron, you."

SIGH. i will die on this hill.

[fyregrl]

I like Vignette because it works out of context in the same way is does in context. For someone unfamiliar with the Clancy story, it's a song about feeling lost and helpless, struggling in a battle with addiction and mental health problems. Which of course it is.

But then IN context, it can also be about Clancy being alone in Voldsøy, trying to get back to Trench, to the real Torchbearer, even if he doesn't realize the one with him isn't real. He was probably in bad shape before he even washed up on Voldsøy in the first place, but wandering around in the woods for however long definitely wouldn't help.

"Clinging to promises" Imagine the Torchbearer's projection urging Clancy on. I know you're tired, cold, and hungry, but we're almost there. You're so close and soon you'll be safe with me. Just keep going a little longer, a little further.

"Fighting off the vignette / Tunnels cave, visions fade / Swallowed by the vignette" sounds like someone trying not to pass out.

Also the lines "Now he can't hold out his hand without it shaking / Hounded by a bunch of dead when the search party found him". The search party could be the banditos who came and got Clancy in the Navigating video and led him back to Torchbearer.

[didtransitionsavethem]

CLANCY from the TWENTY ØNE PILOTS LORE

REASONING:

Anonymous says: "MOST TRANSMASC GUY IN THE HISTORY OF EVER ACTUALLY ☝️"

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[acotrash]

Butcher with a smile - Azriel

Azriel Head canons based off Tear In My Heart by Twenty One Pilots

You stumbled into Azriel's life, quite literally

He wasn't looking for anything, deciding he needed to not be infatuated by someone, that he had hurt both Elain and Gwyn and that was not his intention. That was not who he was, he wasn't that type of male

So instead he went on more missions, begged Rhys to give him more work

Which, eventually Rhys did, but not without unsuccessfully trying to talk to Azriel first

That was a disaster

So Azriel went on his missions and did all the extra work and he was happy, he tried to convince himself of that

One of the missions was to a small village in Illyria where rumors of talks of an uprising were stirring

You were on your way back from the market, poor looking produce in your basket along with some fabric scraps and sowing needles you needed to fix your brother's fighting leathers

Azriel hadn't been paying attention to where he was going, most people gave him space anyway. But not you

No, you had walked right into him

The Shadowsinger's glare could bring rival villages, no, could bring whole courts to their knees and that glare was fixed at you. Shadows coiled tightly around his upper torso

He was surprised and slightly stunned at your own glare directed towards him

You let out an impatient huff before continuing on your way back to your little house, his little busybodies of shadows started to whisper in his ear then, your name, that you were the daughter of one of the camplords, that you were being trained to fight and your wings hadn't been clipped, yet. At least one of the camplords was still afraid to piss Rhys off

He stayed around an extra day or two after he found out the origin of the uprising rumors. His shadows delighted in telling him every piece of information they found out about you

He'd be lying if he said he didn't stick around to see you again.

He did

Azriel came back more frequently after that first time, all under false pretenses of uprisings, making sure females are training, and once he claimed he left something behind the last time.

You smirked at that last one, an eyebrow raised "And was that your dignity you left behind or was it something else entirely?" He glared at you to which you rolled your eyes

But you had started to look forward to Azriel coming, it was like clockwork. He came back every few weeks

And soon enough, you were always there to greet him, a snarky comment on the tip of your tongue whenever he landed in front of you

It took him long enough to press a kiss to your cheek before he left one time with a promise that he'd be back soon

The next time he returned, you raised an eyebrow as he stood in front of you fidgeting and you knew it was bad when the mighty spymaster fidgets "Oh let me guess, you forget a shadow this time?"

Azriel was glad for the comment as he let out a shaky breath. He was nervous, had been nervous to return back to your village to ask you something

"Do you want to see something?" Azriel asked and you tilted your head. "See what?"

"Velaris" Azriel thought he'd have to beg and plead with Rhys to allow you back to the city, but his brother had just fixed Azriel with a look and asked if he would be happy with you in Velaris or happy to be with you in Illyria. Azriel's answer was quick and easy

Your answering smile brought the Shadowsinger to his knees.

"Show me"

[kittykatrattie]

sequel to this but the difference between max's trauma and harrison's trauma being almost summed up by "max likes twenty one pilots because of their songs about depression and suicide and loneliness" and "harrison likes twenty one pilots for the religious trauma and not being sure if god is real"

[factrequests]

circular transfem Tyler Joseph (clancy era) icons for @showyourself

did one with and one without the mask since i wasn't quite sure which you'd like!

[your-stranger-halfblood-things]

Modern au where Jonathan and Will listen to twenty one pilots all the time

[abcwordsurge]

ok ok ok but don't tell me ohio isn't listening to clancy by tøp on repeat right now. new album from his favorite local band? of course he's bopping to routines in the night and sobbing his eyes out for oldies station

[kickedin17]

You know what just occurred to me

What if the little "cat ears" on clancy's mask are to make room for like. Little baby Ned antlers

Bc I'm sitting here like Why did Tyler decide to make him a catboy (other than it's iconic and silly and cool) and like. Perhaps it is to make room for Something

[optionalblue]

Clanky and torchy designs?? Imaging a hc where if you ever become a seizer your eyes stay yellow just because I think it’s cool

I might change clanky’s hair when I have more time lmao

[heavenlytouches]

Can you do Josh Dun teaching you to play drums? Any gender don't worry. Thxxxx also, can you write more Avatar stuff? I liked those!

Hello dear! Thank you for a request and suree, this really is a specific one. I don't see many Josh connected thingies here. Also I assume you're thinking of Josh Dun from 21 pilots so.. hope you'll like it

El <3

Josh Dun- beating hearts

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GN reader

<3 (SFW)

TW-none

Your friend Josh is teaching you how to play a thing or two

Josh Dun

The faint smell of coffee wafts through the air as you step into the studio, the familiar hum of electronic equipment buzzing in the background.

The walls are plastered with posters of bands that have come and gone, but today, your focus is on one person: Josh Dun. He’s seated at his drum kit, an infectious smile lighting up his face, a smudge of ink on his fingers from jotting down notes.

“Hey!”

He calls out, his voice ringing like the sound of a cymbal.

“Ready to rock?”

You nod, heart racing. Being friends with Josh has its perks, but having him teach you how to play the drums is a gift you never imagined.

"Josh I don't know how-"

You start but he's already adjusting the drums, gesturing you to come closer.

He stands up, stretches, and gestures for you to take a seat at the smaller kit beside him. Your stomach flips—a delightful mix of excitement and nervousness.

“First things first-”

Josh says, leaning over to adjust the height of your stool.

“Comfort is key.”

You chuckle, feeling a rush of warmth from his attention. He shifts back and picks up his drumsticks, twirling them effortlessly between his fingers.

“Let’s start with the basics. The backbeat is crucial.”

He begins tapping out a simple rhythm on his snare drum, steady and confident. You try to follow along, mimicking his movement with a mix of enthusiasm and clumsiness.

The sticks feel heavy in your hands, and your heart flutters with every misplaced hit.

“Not bad!”

Josh laughs, his voice filled with encouragement.

“But let’s focus on how you hold the sticks. You want to have control, like you’re cradling a little bird.”

You laugh, imagining a tiny bird perched awkwardly on your grasp.

“What if I accidentally crush it?”

Josh grins, shaking his head.

“You won’t. Just relax. Remember, music is about feeling.”

He pauses, his gaze locking onto yours.

“And it’s okay to make mistakes. They’re part of learning.”

You nod, smiling at him. Your hands gently clutch the sticks.

"You are just too nice to me. I don't know what I'm doing-"

As you clumsily drum out a few beats, you can’t help but feel like you’re experiencing something deeper than just a music lesson.

The way he teaches is infused with a sweetness that calms your nerves and creates a sense of intimacy. His soft-spoken words, tailored just for you, seem to resonate in the cozy studio.

“Let’s add a bass pedal..”

He says, setting up the foot pedal with an expert hand.

“This is where the magic happens.”

You smiled at Josh, nodding, You could feel the rythm with your heart, warm and fuzzy inside you.

"You are a great teach, you know?"

You watch him demonstrate, his foot pressing down with rhythm, as his hands dance across the drums. The sound is powerful, reverberating through your chest.

“Your turn!”

He urges, stepping back to give you space. It takes a deep breath to steady your nerves, but you muster the courage to give it a shot.

For a moment, the world outside the studio disappears, and all you can hear is the thunderous echo of your own heartbeat in sync with the drums.

You start, tentatively at first, stumbling over the pedals and losing the beat. But with Josh nodding encouragingly, you find a rhythm, slowly merging the sounds together.

Each strike against the drum feels like a release. The tension you carried melts away—a blend of exhilaration and joy coursing through you.

“Yeah, there you go! Keep it going!”

He enthuses, and you feel your cheeks flush with pride.

As the minutes turn into an hour, the laughter becomes effortless. You share inside jokes, the sound of your combined laughter mixing seamlessly with the beat of the drums.

It feels like a dance—his meticulous guidance moving alongside your growing confidence.

After a particularly loud crash of cymbals, you both break into laughter, the joy of the moment hanging in the air.

Josh wipes his forehead, and as his playful gaze meets yours, you realize how natural this feels—being here, in this moment, with him.

“Hey, let’s take a break, okay?”

He suggests, sinking onto the floor beside you. You slide off the stool, heart racing as you join him. The casualness between you feels electric, the air thick with unspoken words.

“Thanks for teaching me."

You say, the sincerity in your voice making his smile widen.

“Anytime!”

He replies, his eyes sparkling.

“You’re a natural. Just remember, the best drummers aren’t just skilled—they play with heart.”

You can feel the weight of his gaze.

“And your heart is in it too.”

You manage to say, a blush creeping up your cheeks.

Josh chuckles softly, the sound warming you from the inside. He replies jokingly, gently prodding you in your ribs.

“Okay, now you’re making me blush. Stop flirting with your teach.”

Moments stretch as you both sit in comfortable silence, the studio noise fading into the background. You realize how much this time together has meant.

Maybe, just maybe, this wasn’t just a lesson about drumming. As the sun begins to set, illuminating the studio’s interior in hues of gold, you know you’ll treasure these moments for a lifetime—an unexpected rhythm woven into your heart.

Hii guys :). I hope y'all like this little mess I made. Anyways, hope you liked it. Feel free to request anything! Requests are open for anybody and anything loves <3

El <3

(all images were made by: El via canva & paint)

[nekrosins]

my personal headcanon is that c!tyler has DID and clancy is an alter made to protect him and rebel against their abusers (i just crave DID representation)

[naiissoc]

LUFFY IS SO TØP CODED (geez, I'm starting to sound like my bf)

I've been listening to this song for a while and I couldn't stop thinking about doing a drawing with Luffy, so here it is! ٩( ᐛ )و (my bf introduced me to tøp and now I'm obsessed)